I haven't much time to be fond of anything. . . but when I have a moment's fondness to bestow, most times. . . the roses get it. I began my life among them in my father's nursery garden, and I shall end my life among them, if I can. Yes. One of these days (please God) I shall retire from catching thieves, and try my hand at growing roses.
As a peaceful warrior, I would choose when, where and how I would behave. With that commitment, I began to live the life of a warrior.